I was the emperor in the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 168

The annual salary of ninth-rank officials is only 60 taels, even if the salary is counted, it will never exceed 100 taels of silver.

When Ma Baosheng said so, Li Tian believed in Ma Baosheng's identity a little more, no wonder he could only go to a small teahouse to drink tea.

Seeing that Li Tian was not suspicious, Ma Baosheng was secretly delighted. He straightened his waist and tried his best to show his demeanor after a literary hero. He said neither humble nor overbearing:
"I've been busy talking about the song, but Xiaosheng hasn't asked the young master's name yet."

"My surname is Zhu, and now I'm doing a small business in Clarification Square, it's not worth mentioning."

Hearing that Li Tian was a businessman, Ma Baosheng was a little discouraged. He thought this young man was an official figure.

With a reckless sigh in his heart, Ma Baosheng's face suddenly showed a bit of arrogance.

In his opinion, as a well-known literati, sitting at the same table with a merchant is enough to save face.

Noticing the change in Ma Baosheng's expression, Li Tian didn't care. He chuckled twice, and unconsciously put his hand on the table and tapped:

"Ma Daizhao, my lord remembers that the imperial court rests on the [-]th day, so it seems that it's not ten days yet."

Knowing that Li Tian is a businessman, Ma Baosheng only regretted the money he had ordered tea, and his expression was no longer cautious, and he sneered lightly:

"Young Master Zhu is not in the imperial court, but he is very clear about the ten days of the imperial court. Let's put it this way, the rest days set by the imperial court are too strict.

In fact, most of the yamen are closed every three days, and I work in the leisurely Imperial Academy, so I can come and go freely. "

Speaking of the four words, Ma Baosheng grinned, as if this is a great skill.

Tsk tsk tsk, I used to bite a small student, but now I will become a subordinate.

Jiang Bao scoffed at Ma Baosheng's demeanor and arrogance, and immediately sneered softly:

"One rest every three days, don't you have to rest eight or nine days in a month, so you can come and go freely, and those yamen's government affairs may not be done."

"What do you know, a slave? I'm talking about a rest every three days. I'm talking about most yamen, and the yamen of the six departments and three divisions naturally have a rest every [-] days."

After finishing the call, Ma Baosheng felt more and more glaring when he saw Jiang Bao's forging robe, and continued in a puzzled way:
"You, a servant, are sitting at the same seat as this official. I haven't said anything yet, but you interrupted."

After saying a word, Ma Baosheng gave Jiang Bao a disdainful glance, then turned to look at Li Tiandao:
"Master Zhu, you old slave is so rude, you should discipline him more."

A small Hanlin Academy Ninth Grade Waiting Edict actually pissed off the head of the inner court, suppressing a full of smile, Li Tian glanced at Jiang Bao playfully, nodded and said:

"Ma Daizhao said too much, this old thing should be disciplined."

Jiang Bao was not angry at first, but seeing the emperor's playfulness again, he immediately raised his hands casually and said like a joke:

"The old slave is willing to be punished."

Just as he was talking, the waiter in the tea house brought tea and stewed cakes, and the refreshing fragrance of jasmine wafted out, and even the tempting meaty smell of stewed cakes was somewhat refreshing.

Every tea customer has his own habit of drinking tea, and the waiter in the teahouse usually doesn't reach out his hand. Jiang Bao is very discerning, and he lifts the teapot and fills it up.

Jasmine tea has a pleasant fragrance, which can be called a wonderful flower in tea.

Smelling the faint tea fragrance, Li Tian only felt relaxed and happy. He quietly watched the oval-shaped tea leaves stretch and bloom like a girl who hadn't left the cabinet, and couldn't bear to taste them for a while.

Gently put the teacup on the table, waiting for it to dissipate the heat, Li Tian looked at the braised cake the size of a washbasin in a blink of an eye.

How dare Jiang Bao let Li Tian do it himself, he quickly got up and reached for the stewed cake, wanting to break off a piece.

"Get out of here, sir."

Seeing Jiang Bao stretching out his hand, Ma Baosheng immediately tapped on it with a chopstick, raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, and said:
"I haven't eaten it yet, how can I allow you to touch it with the hands of a servant."

Jiang Bao froze slightly when he heard the words, Li Tian and Queen Zhang were also taken aback.Ma Baosheng realized that his words were too harsh, coughed twice, looked at Li Tian calmly and said:
"Master Zhu, look at this old slave, he wants to take the first bite before you and I taste it."

Li Tian didn't respond in a hurry, and turned to look at Jiang Bao. Seeing that Jiang Bao's face was normal and not unhappy, he said to Ma Baosheng:
"Ma Daizhao is really interesting, my son is sitting here, how dare he take the first bite."

Seeing that Jiang Bao was still motionless, Ma Baosheng slapped the table, and used Jiang Bao to vent his dissatisfaction with Li Tian:

"I tell you to go out, you old slave is deaf?"

Jiang Bao ignored Ma Baosheng, his old eyes drooped and he narrowed his eyes slightly, he stretched out his right hand and made a gesture of two, which meant to tell Li Tian that it was the second time.

Ma Bao rolled his eyes angrily, but what he was angry with was not that this old slave was ignorant, but that he was so furious that Mr. Zhu didn't speak a word.

Seeing Jiang Bao's appearance of waiting to pinch the chick to death, Li Tian secretly smiled, tapped on the table lightly to prevent Ma Baosheng from being pinched to death by Jiang Bao, and took the initiative to say:

"Ma Daizhao, I know that there is a seven-rank editor named Zhang Wuyang in the Hanlin Academy, do you know him?"

Li Tian turned the topic so wonderfully, Ma Baosheng immediately put Jiang Bao behind him, frowned slightly and said with an uncertain expression:
"Zhang Wuyang of the Hanlin Academy, where did Mr. Zhu know about this person? Could it be that he is lying?"

Li Tian stopped tapping his hand on the table, looked straight at Ma Baosheng, and said with a half-smile:

"Ma Daizhao doesn't know about Zhang Wuyang?"

Ma Baosheng felt hairy from Li Tian's eyes. As a scholar, he didn't know whether there was such a person in the Imperial Academy, so he had to bite the bullet and say:
"I know about Zhang Wuyang, but I'm not familiar with him."

"So that's the case, but that's true. There are so many people in one yamen in the imperial court. How can you know everyone, Ma Daizhao?"

Ma Baosheng was pondering over how to explain it. When he heard that Li Tian had already found a reason for him, his eyes lit up:
"That's right, that's right. I can't see that Mr. Zhu knows my Imperial Academy quite well."

Seeing the small change in Ma Baosheng's relaxed expression, Li Tian narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly understood.

Zhang Wuyang was an editor who had passed the examination in the Hanlin Academy himself. If Ma Baosheng was really a member of the Imperial Academy, even if he didn't know him, he shouldn't have reacted like this.

This is a counterfeit.

If you can pretend to be the imperial edict, then you can also pretend to be Ma Zhiyuan's descendant. Thinking of this, Li Tian didn't bother to talk nonsense with Ma Baosheng, so he glanced over and said:
"It's normal that Ma Daizhao doesn't know Zhang Wuyang's seven-rank editor. What about Han Pingzhang, a scholar of the Imperial Academy? Do you know Ma Daizhao?"

"Han University's official self-recognition"

"Bullshit, Han Pingzhang is a five-rank attendant of the Imperial Academy, and he has never been a bachelor before, you idiot."

(End of this chapter)